Monday, December 13, 2010

Lady (extended)

The "extended" version. Twelve verses, twenty-six lines.

Fair Lady far from her homeland,
your life is forever western bound,
and you caught between two worlds.

Fickle Lady filled with uncertainties,
today’s truth is sure to be tomorrow’s lie.

Sweet Lady of compassionate heart,
your thoughts always empathizing.

Spiteful Lady of the warrior caste,
the enemy in name is not always so.

Gentle Lady from the river faith,
cleanse and heal the sinner’s soul.

Combative Lady of the demon-fighting blood,
you thrill to battle despite your denials.

Thoughtful Lady full of fancies,
taking your beautiful dreams to their end.

Selfish Lady full of herself,
destroying the future for a present whim.

Loving Lady born of the sun’s followers,
in your affection is the fruit of life.

Passionate Lady with the bewitching eyes,
an exciting tempest in the heat of your touch.

Laughing Lady with your vivacious soul,
your joy of living filling those around you.

Lady who means Wealth, Beheld by God,
be free of the dark and shine your light,
since heart speaks to heart, listen.


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Lady

The "core" version. Six verses, thirteen lines.

Sweet Lady of compassionate heart,
your thoughts always empathizing.

Spiteful Lady of the warrior caste,
the enemy in name is not always so.

Combative Lady of the demon-fighting blood,
you thrill to battle despite your denials.

Thoughtful Lady full of fancies,
taking your beautiful dreams to their end.

Passionate Lady with the bewitching eyes,
an exciting tempest in the heat of your touch.

Lady who means Wealth, Beheld by God,
be free of the dark and shine your light,
since heart speaks to heart, listen.

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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Over the Hills

Found a very old poem of mine, thought to post it here.

Over the Hills
Over the hills and far away,
I march to meet my end.
The arena of battle is my destination,
to the field of death I am sent.
I have no one waiting for me at home,
I have no one who loves me worrying.
Since there is nothing for me in this world,
I have nothing to live on for.
In this battle to which I march,
I will care not for Old Grim's smile.
Over the hills and far away,
I embrace my bitter destiny.

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